The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-04-08

was coming ap; sf1eIbs an
gasped Sam. The brown ernses#
one sweep over the blan}t NJ sook
gulf and then, jacket inland. Gsnaag
SEES crept toward it. One long. yia;o
5narl rang across the ice; Miss .slols
boy stopped and holding TIA
by one wrist flung out the sackes
ward sam. But an. arms length Y,
lay between! AatA
Then something else CANA a..,.
off Gallowses' shoulders-Ionaa snlns
white and dangling, "His galIowrssaul
He's tying them to his sleeyaI5 sss
the huddled figures held their bros aaa
but at last a shout rose up: 92sn
Coming! Comingl He'll fetch Ill,
Hurrah!" and half-frozen. trerh MN
and livid with fright, Sam came asan
ing on firm ice!" a9-
But another piercing cry hrol
and Halls eyes met the shouters IL ~
agony of appeal. g
Hes losing hold! Save INV bon
too" groaned the Squirer; and Az
lOwses took one more sweepino looI
at Halls corner of the hunery.lootira
hole. How thin and black tSs e =.
a How the current undernaasI
dragged at anything it Carrie
through! But once more he orawIsS
swiftly toward the treacherous edsa
He was near enough to throw e. Hal
but thin ice snarled and bent i,
would never hold them BOTH
Throw me a line from the sleiohIp
Trembling hands obeyed. Tying On
hand to what he held, he flung baeE
the other toward thicker ice.
"Catch it, some OF you!" and tben
he threw a jack-sleeve to Hal. m
grasped stiffly at it; could he hold IL
Yes; and with one desperate strneols
for life he gained the ice. 1t bent ana
snapped, but they were dragging At
the other end-dragging bravely now.
He was safe-but another cry rose upl
: he thin shelf OF ice that broke as Hal
climbed up was all that had held Gallo.
wses from the hungry, rushings tream,
and Miss Judy's boy was out OF sight.
"Why, what upon airth2" said Des.
con Bayberry, peeping through the
mill window as the cry rose: 't0hol
Mischief, and the Squire after 'emla
and the deacon laughed to himself, set.
tied another psalm tune, and then
peeped through the window again.
What was that yellow, gleamingth III
just taking the smoot leap downward
over the dam? Miss Pophurst had
thought about short hair of late, and
GalIowses' hat had been fitting tight
over crispy, golden curlsl
"Ginger!" exclaimed the deacon, and
in one instant he was in the water,
ready to meet what he had seen shin
ing as it came.
When Squire Phillips saw it, a lew
minutes later; lying before Deacon
Bayberry's little "settin'-room fire,
his start would have electrified The
deacon, if thoughts, hands, and hot
blankets had not been busy with Gar
lowses. 1t seemed the very same deli
cate, clear-cut face, the same golden
head he used to stand worshiptully
over when he came home from sea,
twenty years ago! "Who is this
child?" he asked, almost fercely.
"Gallowses," answ red Bob Alymer.
"You--p' began the squire, butthe
deacon interrupted: "Herel take that
gewgaw off; it binders" andthe squire
drew a blue ri5ooa from Gallowses
neck. What was that bright thing
hanging from it? A locket? Had not
the squire seen that locket beforeF Ha
had it open at last; q fair iacs.
looked yearningly forth, and the squire
gave a great cry, that made the dea.
con drop everything this time. Nelly
my own lost Nelly ] knew had lost
Nelly knew ! had lost her huthaya
killed her too?" The deacon turned
to the bed again. The Lord was work
ing the Observation-Disclosures nls
business was with Gallowses; and u
another hour the brown eyes WeIs
peacefully following him as he went ~
and out, finishing the pslam tune PEI
gun in the mill. Suddenly the Deacon
shot a look back into them again
odd you think that there corh'
husk thickness OF ice was gong y
hold you and Hal at the same mortal
minute of timer" he asked. /,
A faint smile passed erGalloWsss
face.
"That was nothing; and | was TO %
good and brave for her sake"
"For whose sake? Whose child aIe
your What's your manner" Y
the Squire.
For hers! And my name rs Fnlt
that was for my grandfather, Pnllp
Philips was his name, but he was 1857
long ago"
"You-l" began the Squire again,
and then snatchiug the little ngutl
out of the deacon's blankets aha
shawls, he heldit in his strong arms,
sobbing like a baby, with his lace nelp
softly against Gallowses curis.
Miss Pophust' S door was locked .na.
afternoon, for she had gone tnrss
miles away. But when she retufneu,
"a